#implied pokemon death?

[trustymikh]

there are many benefits to being a ground-type pokemon trainer

[nartothelar]

in the tunnels

[aquanutart]

Nyaha~! Caught in my electroweb! ♡

[a-horde-of-mews]

King: Eh.... Not... Not really.

[arche0ps]

[ A Song for my Lost Ghost Friends. ]

[penumbramewtwos]

can't have whump without some Amy Lee vocals [No, it's not My Immortal lol] I felt this song fits their dynamic well, especially after years of friendship.

Unfortunately I couldn't upload the original video as tumblr was having a fit >:[ thus the watermark... and slight loss of quality

[schwarz-san]

Danny is a normal fourteen year old boy in a household in a normal family.

His parents are doctor and engineers and has a smart older sister who likes psychology. He has a goth and a technerd as bestfriends in a normal highschool.

Then all of a sudden he's been kidnapped to be used as a sacrificed to a Eldritch Death God from beyond by some cult that literally came out of nowhere—

---

Danny is a normal kid.

Well, as normal as a kid of a couple with triple doctorates in Chemistry, Engineering and Demonology as well as black belt in multiple martial arts could be anyway .

He has a older sister that is interested in Psychology and proficient with Matial arts.

He's friends with a rich rebellious goth girl who likes plants and a tech genius boy who could probably hack pentagon if wanted that likes meat.

Life is fine.

Then he got interested in demonology and started reading his parents books.

(Maddie and Jack is so proud, their boy is following their footsteps!)

He then read something about a High Ghost King of The Infinite Realm from one of their ancestral books from his dads side. Way back when the Fentons was still called Fentonightingale's and still worked as the greatest and most infamous supernatural hunters around in the olden days.

He got hooked very quickly.

He studied and research more and more about the Ghost King, learning that its existence could be seen through out multiple civilization and mythology all across the globe and has been around way, way back to ancient greece, china, japan, egypt and so on.

He learned that it was considered as a Death God, Eldritch in nature in some cases. That its also represent life and death, balance, Stars, Planets, space and the entire cosmos itself as well as the sea of possibilities, that is simply known as the multiverse in modern culture.

It was known through various titles such as The Balance between Realms, The Absence of Heat, The Protector, The Great One, Halfa and many more with the title High Ghost King of the Infinite Realms being his most notable one.

Danny loves learning about the ghost king and the infinite realms.

On how it was the afterlife, and how it hold all other afterlife with itself. Its pantheon, its customs and its king.

Life is fine.

He graduate highschool with honors and recently got accepted in college, aiming for Engineering.

(He may love studying the supernatural but he still loves space and still defenitely aim to be an astronaut.)

Life is fine.

Then it reality came crashing down all in a blink of an eye.

His family got caught in a rouge accident while visiting gotham, only danny survived.

People who wants his parents tech and research are all hounding danny for their patents, for their tech, their researchs.

And they never stop.

Time passess and Danny is just tired of everything.

He dropped college.

He's pennyless.

Jobless.

His friends are out of reach.

(He heard rumors about the government and high standing people hounding them as well due to their connection with him)

And pretty much after that, he loss just about everything he has.

All except his fenton family heirloom books and his parents researchs.

So he lays on the floor of his crappy rundown apartment, disheveled, thick dark lines under his eyes, and unshaven face. His books, his parents research scattered and discarded around him on the floor along with numerous empty bottles and cans of beer and alcohol. Some bottles were even broken.

Danny is drowning and life is not fine.

Despair clawed deep in his chest as he continue to drowned in just about everything.

Despair

Sadness

Anger

Hate

Loneliness.

So on, so forth.

It was too much. Too much for a simple man like him too bear alone.

Until one day, he just can't anymore.

Broken shard from empty bottle of beer fall on his hand and his mind swirls. Every emotions, every suffering and all of his despair cultivating in to a potent, potent poison like poisonous critters fighting inside a poison jar.

He raised the broken shard in his hand before his bloodshot eyes fell on a discarded open book on the floor.

The Fenton family heirloom.

One that mentions the King of the Infinite Realms.

Then all of a sudden, memories rush back to Danny like water from a broken dam.

His childhood.

His parents.

His sister.

His friends.

His dreams of flying out of the planet.

His obsession with the ghostking and the ghost zone as his family labeled it.

His happy memories.

The accident that take everything away from him.

On how he loss everything.

On how… he doesn't have anything else to lose.

The fact that he doesn't have anything else to lose.

Tired, resigned and resolved, danny made his decision and blood fell to the floor.

--

Danny is an engineer.

A very smart one infact that he was often compared to the likes of Tony Stark and Reed Richards.

CEO of Fenton Works and formerly, Dalv co. (His Godfather insisted of making Danny inherit everything and Danny doesn't have the heart to refuse a dying man) , which he merged with his parents small company with the same name Fenton Works.

They are advance compared to other tech companies and could keep up to Stark's tech (probably one of the very very few that could keep them on their toes) that continue to ridiculously advance at a terrifying pace due to continuous study of alien tech that Stark manage to observe and get his hands on due to his superhero stint.

(No. Danny isn't jealous. Not by the fact that Stark could go in and out of space at his leasure. Not by the fact that he could go to other planets or the fact that he could meet real life aliens. No, shut up Tuck. Seriously dude, stop laughing–!)

Life is fine, he's engage and happy with his life and his family.

Then he got on a accident.

Sam is in coma, with no concrete time on when she'll wake up.

Her parents were angry of course but relented when they saw that state danny was in.

His arms were crushed and he cant feel anything from them.

The vary same hands that he use to craft. The very same hands that sam compliments whenever he made a new invention that made that hammer dude green with envy and made stark speechless.

Fenton work is declining. It wasn't obvious yet but they are slowly losing footing in the industry. All because he couldn't make anything new.

His parents helped, and the only reason that the company isn't crashing and burning to the ground yet. But even they could not totally prevent the company's slow and steady decline.

They then tried to find a way restore his hands.

They tried a lot of things, cybernetics to medical operations and medication, so on, so forth. They worked. But only by little as everything felt horryfyingly wrong whenever he tried any of his options, but for the sake of the fenton works, danny endured. Everything to ensure sam that everthing is alright the moment she woke up from her com.

It's been half a year since then.

Danny was in his office, typing on his computer with the Fenton Ghost Gloves on his hands that let him do work despite the condition of his hands when Wes suddenly barged to his office holding a flyer, yelling something about a way to permanently heal his hands and a possible way to wake up Sam from her coma.

That immediately got Danny's attention.

With hope in his eye and determination burning in his chest, Danny take the flyer and went to the place right of the bat. Lets just say that it wasn't what he was expecting at all.

Danny new of the supernatural. Kind of hard not to when your family have a been written in history books a the worlds greatest and infamous Supernatural Hunter bearing the Fentonightingale name and with Gods and all the magical shenanigans that keeps happening left and right that the Avengers have to deal with.

Which means that he shouldn't have been surprised that magic is involved with the flyer promising miraculous healing.

It's also strange (hah) to meet Stephen Strange again.

He knew the man, a little arrogant but definitely have the skills and talent to back it up. He also heared that he had an accident similar to his that led him to give up his medical career entirely unlike danny who make do with his fenton gloves.

Now he's a sorcerer, not just any sorcerer but The Supreme Sorcerer and may have been a Avenger now for all he knew. Doctor Strange, then gave him the option to either help him heal his hands or learn magic.

Danny chose magic of course.

(Sam would be so mad the he went on and learn magic on his own without her and Tucker)

Now, he just need to learn the magic to wake her up safely.

A year pass and Danny is a full bown sorcerer.

It baffled everyone how fast he learned that he's already nearing the Supreme Sorcerers level with only just a year. Definitely faster than the progress that Doctor Strange himself shown.

They all shuddered in horror once they heared his family name though, and Danny understand their reaction. A descendant of Fentonightingale himself, the greatest Witch Hunter, having magic is a image that they never would have imagine.

That said, it's also been a month since Sam woke up ( there was so much crying involve) and has been in rehab ever since.

She's mad that he learned magic own his own as expected and demanded that she and tucker learn it as well.

(He couldn't say no to her)

It also a shock to learn about Tuckers potential with magic, something about having Egyptian roots. Sam is jealous. Well, that was until she obtain some form of plant magic and make herself a walking terror to everyone.

(The illegal loggers and companies were not ready)

Meanwhile, Danny's specialty is tapping and looking through diferent dimentions, secretly of course, and space magic as well as exorcism related magic in honor of the Fentonnightingale name.

Life is well.

Until one day when he was scrying through other dimension, he encounter a very very large, endless dimension consisted of green skies. It's a dimension that Danny doesn't recognise so he got intrigue and he knew he should have told Doctor Strange immediately but well… his curiosity get the better of him and he take a peak. Just a little wee bit of peek and—

A massive Eldritch Eye looms and stare back at him.

"Uhhhhh—GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!"

-

It's been Eons and Danny has been The High Ghost King for quite a time.

Probably more considering that time in the Realms never really flows in a linear Fashion.

(He could tell, with all the time he spent at Clockwork's Lair, his position as the High King, dominion over Space and the fact that Time and Space are always intertwined and are lowkey perpendicular to one another so it's nly natural for him to do so)

Danny just got back from his vacation to another universe and may or may not have traumatize a lot of people (Arceus still won't remove the barricade he put at the Hall of Origins, Giratina may be traumatize as well but enjoys watching Arceus suffer so its worth it. Revenge for being lock away in his own lair. Hah!) And is feeling great! Sure Tuck and Sam were mad that he leave them with his own paperworks but can you say no to this adorable face? (Sam and Tuck grumbled as Danny make the Ookemon team he got from vacation to do puppy eyes with him and aim it to Sam and Tucker, like seriously, its not fair! Hes thousand years old how can he stay adorable after all that years!)

They forgave him but demand that they be included along when Danny decide to have another vacation. Though not before stealing his Pokemons and dumping athe backlogged paperworks on his desk.

Great…

So there he is, doing work like he hadn't taken a vacation and a Mt. Everest worth of paperworks.

(Danny doesn't know what he'll do with out his duplicates)

He's done about half of them (what can he say, hes fast and just want to go to bed) when he felt something.

He could feel it. The ripples from countless universes hapening everywhere all at once, they touched the surface of the Infinite Realms and made themselves known. Normally, ripples isn't something to be worried about. There will be people, gods, cosmic beings and such that will always deal with them one way or another so beings from the realms rarely bothered. This one though is different. Because it messes with the realms, something that almost never happened before.

Further more, he could feel something tugging at his core, which only happens when he was being summoned most of the time.

Putting his paperwork aside (oh yes, finally a valid excuse), Danny take a look to the one he could feel is scrying throigh the realms with magic.

He tuen Eldritch and peak back to the rude person peaking without permission.

Danny wasn't expecting to see a version of him scrying through the realms with sorcery of all things.

He shut his Sorcerer version's spell as he heard the man scream in terror.

(Danny snorted, for some reason, he found it hilarious)

Welp, I guess it's about time to visit Clockwork.

[vulgrados-best]

This one's bout a dream I had last night...

[asksableye]

Mochi: How long have you had Junior here? (Oh geez, how do I put this?) Most eggs hatch within month or so. You don't think Junior is, er. . .

ITS BEEN A FEW MONTHS. I DON'T REALLY KEEP TRACK OF TIME ALL THAT WELL... THREE? MAYBE FOUR?

... THINK WHAT? DON'T PLAY COY WITH ME 'ERE, WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPLY?

[subway-boss-jericho]

Queuing posts for most of my AUs! Check out this Masterpost! (Disclaimer! - Please don't comment about their iconic knife bangs! I left them off this reference to keep their faces fully visible.)

Steady Tracks Do Not Waver

-Premise- On the return trip home from Hisui, Ingo does not return the same as he left. By some unknown cause, he has been transformed into a pokemon- 13ft tall, Steel, Ground, and very very out of his depth, he finds himself roaming the eerily familiar yet unfamiliar tunnels of Gear Station. Desperate to find a way to his "home" and remember who he is, that is when he encounters Subway Boss Emmet.

This story is not about Ingo. Or at least, not about his return. Ingo was taken out of the story many years ago, leaving Emmet behind to pick up the pieces of the life they always meant to spend together. The last several years he has walked without Ingo have forced him into an active, unavoidable struggle with grief and loss, until recent, when he finally began to come to terms with his solo-car life moving forward. However, now things are changing again. In the days leading up to their meeting, he hears rumors of a strange, powerful pokemon lurking in the subway. When Emmet finally stops in the right place at the right time to challenge it face to face- the face looking back is far too similar to the one he lost years before. It all bubbles back to the surface again; now, with an uncanny passenger in tow, he must keep moving forward down these uncertain tracks. Battling with grief once again, as he avoids pushing his old pains onto this new, familiar, face.

-Noteworthy Points- IF THIS AU INTERESTS YOU, please consider reading the prologue and chapter one on Ao3! Steady tracks! This is the one you probably know me for, if you know me at all. My poster boys!! My favoritest guys,, I want to include so many notes but I know most of the notes I want to write are all spoilers. Please poke me to keep writing <3 This AU is not even remotely dead I just have chronic burnout and it WILL continue please bother me about it whenever you want <3

This story is (and probably will continue to be) almost exclusively told from Emmet's point of view. It is a post-canon exploration of grief, change, and how to go on after everything you know is lost. THIS MEANS there is a LOT of discussion of death! NO ONE IS DEAD, but Emmet believes Ingo has died, and regularly experiences grief and/or talks about him as if he is dead. If that still bothers you, no problem! This is not going to be the fic for you. However, if it at all eases you to know that everyone is still alive, then have fun and maybe bring tissues because I really like writing people being upset (and also them getting better but, that involves them needing to be upset first.)

Also! New STIngo reference!! I have been working on updating the shape language of his design to look more like a pokemon and this is the most up-to-date version! If you want to draw him, reference this one! I swear I will get that side view done eventually, I fucking promise.

Enjoy <3 <3 I love this AU a lot.

-Links- Official Writing - Steady Tracks Do Not Waver Artwork - Fanart by Nyacat39 Artwork - Fanart by Dontmineit (1) Artwork - Fanart by Dontmineit (2) Discussion - The Luxury Ball Artwork and Trivia - Official Reference (Outdated) Artwork and Trivia - Updated Reference (Also Outdated) Discussion - "Awla Boah" Artwork - Fanart by Maelysgriffonne Artwork - Fanart by Dontmineit (3) Artwork - Big Nap (Durant <3) Artwork - CH1 Concept Sketches Artwork - STIngo Sprite Discussion - Coffee Artwork and Discussion - Sounds Discussion - Antagonists Discussion - Strong/Agile Style Moves Artwork and Discussion - Coffee pt.2 Artwork - Emmet's Office (3D Model)

[areazeromybeloved]

Lance week day 2: Family

“When I was young, Me and my parents would come to this cave draw ourselves to show we were there.”

“W-what happn’ to thm?”

“Well when my sister was just born, my village was under attack by team rocket and my parents came in to fight them off. But the battle killer them both. Leaving me and my sister orphans.”

“So like me?”

“Yes, little Rai, just like you.”

Prompt by @lanceappreciationblog

[rokishimizu4]

A Artist’s Masterpiece

A Yandere Brassius (Pokemon SV Grass Gym Leader) x GN! Reader (18+, you creeps 😂)

‘The beauty, the grace, the way they so easily wield the power of fire to overthrow me for my gym badge. I MUST capture their beauty on my canvas, carve them into the finest marble.’ The thoughts spiral in my head as my Sudowoodo comes back to me, defeated so beautifully.

“Phew, that was a really good battle. I thought you were gonna win for a moment there.” You laugh as you cuddle your Fuecoco, who was low on HP but still so strong for you.

A heat fills my body as I praise you and your Pokémon, even helping them heal so you wouldn’t have to leave so soon.

“Avant-garde! My inspiration overflows with the beauty of our battle!” I speak in a rush, hardly stopping to take a single breath, to let you say anything else.

Only the confused look at you give me, stops me from saying any more, as if you weren’t use to it or that you don’t understand how your beauty, your strength, your EVERYTHING has became my new muse, my ONLY muse.

Handing over my gym badge, taking a picture, asking, demanding, that you stop by again for another battle, for another chance to see you fills my head until I can only think of you.

I allow no one else the privilege to defeat me so easily after you left, some might have a problem with it but I don’t care. Nothing else fills me with such intensity, the raw motivation to continue my work.

And it only became deeper, more wild, more lovely after seeing you in Mr. Hassel’s class, to have your eyes on me and only me.

It was a disappointment to have you answer wrong about how I was feeling when creating my Surrendering Sunflora, but you have just came to Paldea not long ago.

I have so much to teach you, my precious muse. So much to create for you.

In time you will learn to understand art, to understand me.

To learn to love me as I will love you.

Even if I have to destroy your hopes and dreams, to bury those in my way. You will learn.

Until then, become the strongest. Let everyone learn to fear you and look up to you.

Let them learn that they will never be good enough to touch you, to battle you, to talk to you.

Only I will, my precious innocent muse.

[ask-eden]

Etoile remains silent for a moment, their head staring down at the grass below Their expression is practically unreadable and they were almost mortifyingly still Only the wind in the grass could be heard and the faint chatter of those outside and the soft tune of music playing in the ballroom The small moment feels like a eternity Suddenly the mew's head snaps back up with a cheerful smile

Etoile: That was a long time ago though! I mean a LONG time ago hahah! The mew floats in the air, leaning back and crossing their legs as if they were sitting in a chair. Etoile: Like before the Earth was even conceived kinda long time ago! Heehee! Dialga and Palkia hadn't even been born yet either! heehee.. I remember how cute they were as babies! OH but that's off topic!

She beams a bright and happy smile, tail swishing back and forth happily

Etoile: I changed them to look more cute after I got.. Better!

Etoile: I think it was a good decision on my end! I think having little spots are MUCH cuter! Sometimes I have them stick to my fur.. Sometimes I have them as freckles.. Or sometimes I just let them float, like how they are tonight!

Etoile: That's the true perk of being a god! Ultimate customization! Heehee!

Etoile leans forward with a cheeky grin Etoile: Can you count all of the spots I have? I have 27 to be exact! I usually let kittens try to count them when they are learning their numbers! Do you wanna try? :D

-- -- -- --

[ Anon ] [ Background by @/sinnohsiblings ]

[pokemon-breeder-breeze]

So…uhh…i need some urgent help? I was out riding my motorcycle and during a quick photo break I found a tiny Eevee, which looked like it hatched VERY recently, there was still some egg goo on it. No sign of the mom anywhere nearby, poor thing probably got hit by a car.

Anyway, now it’s trying to cling to me and won’t let go. What do I do? Keep in mind, I’m on a motorcycle and don’t really have any kind of back boxes or anything, just a small bag on my hip big enough for keys, wallet and phone.

Ok so the first thing, assuming you haven't, is to clean it off/dry it and keep it warm. At that young only Eevee with an ice-type parent can handle being cold, and since it sounds like you don't know which eeveelution it is, better safe than sorry.

Speaking of: stay where you are if it's safe and call up the closest ranger station or other rescue group. You have no way of safely and quickly bringing the Eevee somewhere else right now so just wait for the better equipped to arrive.

Forturnately Eevee are easy to both attach and detach to humans, so do not worry there. If anything else is needed, the professionals will tell you what to do.

[night-chimeras-cry]

Blogtember Day 24: A spoiler that.. wouldn't make sense to others.

[Warnings for under the cut: blood, implied death, encroaching darkness, eyes]

[the-dragon-master-lover]

Okay, Lance punk is back, with trauma, but he's here again

I showed the drawing to my friend and the first thing she said was: "Leave that little punk alone"

His face reminds me of something

...

Lance punk reminds me so much of Luke Castellan

He's fine, a little trauma doesn't hurt